The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 727 Hope and Despair (30)

"Hmm..." Looking at the corpse, Ashiya Jisuke touched his chin and shook his head. "It was clean. Nothing was left behind, not even any resentment. Generally speaking, such a powerful psychic would have a greater chance of leaving behind a strong obsession after death than an ordinary person, but he didn't."

Xingchang Rang said: "This is also the reason why I have always placed the knife in the most conspicuous position in the store. As long as you can suppress it, it will be a sharp weapon to exorcise spirits. No matter what kind of obsession it is, it can absorb it completely... Now there is no clue left."

Ashiya Kichisuke sighed and said, "I can't see anything... Alas, we have to come out to see a corpse so late at night. My spirit is not as good as you young people. Otherwise, let's leave here. If we stay here for too long, it will cause trouble if we are seen by others."

Having said that, he turned and was about to leave.

Hoshiba nodded and was about to follow Ashiya Jisuke to leave, but he found Qian Xiaoyi still standing there, as if thinking about something, so he asked: "Great detective, did you find anything?"

"No." Qian Xiaoyi shook his head. "I just think the end of the Fumu couple is a bit tragic... You didn't perform a ritual to help him pass away before, right? Then let me do it. I will help him pass away properly, as a respect for my comrades who once fought side by side with me."

Hoshiba Ryou and Ashiya Yoshisuke looked at each other, and the meaning was very clear. Generally speaking, professional exorcists like them would only perform salvation rituals in two situations: one is at a funeral in front of people, and the other is when a spirit is discovered. Now it is neither of the two situations, so no one would bother with the effort.

However, since Qian Xiaoyi did so, they had no objection. Ashiya Yoshisuke said, "Mr. Qian is really a man of deep affection and loyalty. I'll leave it to you. We will hold a funeral for Mr. Fuki later, and please come and participate."

After giving the instructions, Ashiya Yoshisuke and Hoshiba Ryou left. One person was enough for the salvation ceremony, and everyone had different styles, so they would be unable to help if they stayed.

However, after they left, Qian Xiaoyi did not start the prayer as he had said, but instead took out a cigarette box and lit a cigarette.

Smoking here is still somewhat offensive to the deceased, and smoking is not allowed in the autopsy room. It is not very polite, although the cigarette in his mouth is not a real cigarette.

The dissection room was filled with smoke. Qian Xiaoyi looked at the shape of the smoke and shook his head, but still found nothing. So he turned on the ventilation system to disperse the smoke, but still did not leave.

After waiting for a while, Inuyama Heita finally came back. His face was pale and his eyes were red. It was obvious that he had vomited a lot before.
"Are you back?" Qian Xiaoyi asked, "How do you feel?"

"I feel very uncomfortable..." Inuyama Heita said some nonsense. It was not until death was in front of him that he began to understand the heaviness and fragility of life.

"Just spit it out." Qian Xiaoyi said, "I didn't bring you here this time to let you gain insights into life or something. Didn't you learn that power? See if you can find something from this guy's body."

"But Mr. Ken said...there was nothing left of this body." said Inuyama Heita.

"That's the problem." Qian Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes. "You've also experienced the power developed by the Hope Cult. You know the corrosiveness of that power very well, right? Even if you use that magic sword to commit suicide, there will definitely be something left behind. It can't be so clean. Let's try it."

"I understand." With the corpse in front of him, now was not the time to dwell on previous conflicts. Inuyama Heita closed his eyes and tried to mobilize the desperate and irritating power in his body.

The atmosphere in the dissection room gradually grew colder, and black lines began to emerge from Inuyama Heita's body, while his figure also became blurry and flickering.

At this moment, his eyes became extremely cold. He stretched out his hand, and black lines began to spread towards Fuki Yin's body. They spread around Fuki Yin's body, twisting like seaweed.

After a long while, Inuyama Heita took back those things. It took him some time to suppress the anger, restlessness and desire for destruction in his heart. He slapped his face and said, "No, there is no sign of any existence of that power." "I knew it!" Qian Xiaoyi waved his fist fiercely.

Inuyama Heita looked at him strangely, not understanding Qian Xiaoyi's actions. It seemed that he had proved something. But... didn't Fuki Yin's body leave any clues?
Qian Xiaoyi said excitedly: "Haven't you found anything yet? Heitaro? The fact that you haven't found anything is the biggest clue! This means that Fushigi Yin didn't fight against a saint with that power and then was suppressed to the point of committing suicide! His opponent is someone else!"

"Eh?" Inuyama Heita showed a puzzled expression: "What does this mean?"

"This shows..." Qian Xiaoyi said, "We originally speculated that he was suppressed by the hopeless power of the Church of Hope, so he committed suicide. But now it is obviously not the case. In other words, in order to prevent the enemy from destroying the evidence, he committed suicide on his own initiative! He used the magic sword. He was using the magic sword to leave the most important clues! Moreover, it was not the murderer who stole the magic sword in order to destroy the evidence, but Fumu Yin gave the sword to his companion after committing suicide! He let him escape with the sword!"

When Inuyama Heita heard this conclusion, his mouth opened wide.

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"Huh... No, I can't stop here, Yoko is still waiting for me..." Fuki Yin dragged his heavy body out of the church and walked towards the street with difficulty.

And behind him, the priest's voice was heard: "'Peter came to the Lord and said, Lord, if my brother sins against me, how many times must I forgive him? Up to seven times? The Lord said to him, I do not say to you seven times, but up to seventy times.'"

This voice seemed to have magical power, making Fumu Yin want to cry loudly and kneel down to confess. He seemed to see his wife waving at him, but he didn't dare to stop. He ran forward with difficulty. It was clearly night, but there was light in front of him. The voice kept telling him to give up and welcome the gift of the Lord...

"Is this the end?" Fu Muyin finally couldn't run anymore. He leaned against a telephone pole, with light all around him.

"Mr. Fushigi!" The sound of a car approached. Okubo looked at Fushigi Yin and asked, "What's wrong with you? Get in the car quickly, let's get out of here!"

Okubo's forehead was covered in sweat. When he saw Fuki Yin stumbling out, he drove over. It was not that he wanted to come over to help, but the longer Fuki Yin was inside, the more restless the vengeful spirit behind him became. Although Okubo was not a professional, he could guess that this was probably the backup plan left by Fuki Yin. Once Fuki Yin died, the vengeful spirit behind him would probably not let him go.

"Okubo..." After seeing Okubo appear beside him, Fushigi Yin grinned and murmured, "It seems... I still have one last chance after all... Hey, Okubo, I'm under attack and can't escape. From now on, it's up to you."

Hearing Fushigi Yin's words, Okubo was confused: "What?"

Then, Okubo saw Fushigi Yin stabbing his body with the knife.

"It hurts so much..." Fu Muyin groaned and looked at the knife in his chest, but he no longer had the strength to pull it out. He raised his head and said, "He's coming soon. Before he sees you... leave quickly and take the knife with you."

After saying that, Fushigi Yin leaned against the electric pole and slowly sat down on the ground, staring at Okubo, his eyes slowly losing their luster.

"Mr. Fushigi..." Okubo was extremely panicked. At this moment, he saw a figure walking towards this side in the rearview mirror. He suppressed his fear, reached out and pulled out the knife from Fushigi Yin's body, then stepped on the accelerator and quickly left the street.

Father Kamino stood beside Fushigi In, looking at the strange vehicle that had gone far away, and murmured: "'There is a road that seems righteous to people, but the end is the road of death.'"

(End of this chapter)